Jaden
The bell above the door jingled as I walked into the cozy coffee shop in Nuport. The familiar scent of roasted beans and pastries welcomed me, and I immediately spotted Kathy sitting by the same table as last time. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and she had a look of concentration on her face as she scrolled on her phone. I could see that she was already nursing a latte, the steam curling lazily above it. That meant she hadn’t been here long. I stopped by the front counter and ordered a black coffee before I joined her. I felt a mixture of nerves and determination because I knew that this conversation was going to be very important.
“Hey, Kathy,” I greeted her as I slid into the chair across from her. “Thank you for meeting with me,” Kathy looked up as she set her phone
